"Oh? Look at 1 wool 3 Chinese network" The demon king was slightly surprised, which was not within the scope of his expectations.

The queen pointed to her child and said, "Take him with you, I can't bear to let this young soul wander the world." ”

The Demon King's nose twitched, and he felt the thing he hated the most—love.

But the Ghost Blood Sheep is the most important part of his plan, and he has to fulfill her demands no matter what. So the Demon King nodded and stretched his clutch to the swaddling clothes. On the young body, a sleeping soul appeared, and the demon king grabbed his heart. With the next snap of a finger, this soul will forever belong to the Demon Realm.

But at this moment, the child suddenly opened his eyes, and two golden rays of light rose into the sky. He opened his mouth again, and let out another earth-shattering cry.

The Demon King fell like a thunderbolt into the cracks of hell. He was amazed, and couldn't believe the baby's power. But at the last moment, he still grabbed the queen with one hand and snatched the child's heart with the other.

The crack in hell was closed, the demon king was gone, and the newborn baby became a heartless person.

In the palace, Murong Zhao slashed the steady stream of forbidden troops like mowing grass. The wolf is just a symbolic form, and his real strength is the beastly nature that bursts out from the bottom of his heart all the time.

Under the domination of the beastly nature, Murong Zhao was invulnerable, and the dead bodies had been piled up into a hill beside him. But although Murong Zhao's actions are eye-catching, he is not the protagonist in this play. Dugu Jiu has quietly infiltrated the cold palace.

As he was looking around, he suddenly heard a loud cry of a baby coming from a palace room. Maybe it was the ghost that sent the gods, or maybe it was the blessing of the soul, Dugu Jiu was startled, and immediately ran towards the place where the sound came from.

The petals had long since withered, and the blood in the cracks had dried up. Only the Queen's body swayed in the wind, and at her feet was a weeping baby.

The huge grief almost tore Dugu Jiu's heart, and he didn't know how to vent, so he could only send his condolences with a long howl.

A person with an iron heart should cry when he hears this.

But when the baby heard this, he stopped crying.

A quiet smile appeared on his face, like the bright moon in the light clouds. One of his eyes was golden.

Dugu Jiu looked at these eyes and suddenly felt unprecedented tranquility. The thoughts in his head became clear, and a new plan slowly took shape. He muttered: "Ayu, this is your child, I will definitely raise him, and then let everything get back on track!"

Murong Zhao had already turned into a Shura at this time, and he was covered in blood.

His body was crumbling and wounded, but he refused to fall. The soldiers were really scared, and no one dared to take a step forward.

At this time, he saw a red shadow flashing on the palace wall, and Murong Zhao knew that this was a signal from Dugu Jiu, so he landed on all fours, jumped out of the palace wall in three or two, and fled.

They fled to the Great Wilderness Mountain, and Dugu Jiu told Murong Zhao what had happened. Murong Zhao was so grieved that he gritted his teeth and said, "If I knew this, I should have died in battle, it's better than living in secret!"

Dugu Jiu shook his head and said, "No, General Murong, I assure you that all this is irretrievable." Include...... Including the death of His Majesty. I can't say much to you just yet, but I already have a plan......"

Murong Zhao glanced him up and down and said, "I can't trust you unless I tell me what's going on." ”

Dugu Jiu opened his mouth, but he stopped talking.

Although he hadn't been with Murong Zhao for a long time, he already had some understanding of this person's temper. He is easily angry and emotional, and is not a good schemer, and his plans do not tolerate these shortcomings.

Murong Zhao also saw Dugu Jiu's concerns, and said lightly: "The Tao is not the same, since this is the case, I will leave Your Excellency." ”

Dugu Jiu hurriedly asked, "Where is General Murong going?"

"I want to go to the grassland, find the Huns there to borrow troops, and then avenge Your Majesty!"

The thing that gave Dugu Jiu a headache came again, and Murong Zhao's doing this was tantamount to sabotaging the plan in disguise. But for this kind of stubborn person, you can't completely convince him.

But Dugu Jiu is a fox after all, and his eyes rolled and said: "General Murong, although the queen is not here, the prince is here." He is still young, how can we, as courtiers, ignore him?

I don't mean to stop you from taking revenge, do you think it can be like this: today, five years later, how about waiting until the little prince is a little older, and then I will join you in raising a teacher and asking for sin?"

Murong Zhao was not entirely unreasonable, he looked at the baby in swaddling clothes and sighed, and reluctantly agreed.

So the two went their separate ways in this dense forest.

Fate began to fork like the branches of a tree, and they embarked on their own path without hesitation. Completely different, but with the same goal.

Dugu Jiu lived in seclusion in a safe place, and he named the boy: Lu Heng. "Constant" means persistence, and only by persevering can there be hope for everything.

Slowly, Dugu Jiu suddenly discovered some problems, and Lu Heng, the child, only had one expression: smile.

It wasn't a smirk, it was an expression that came naturally after transcending distress. Only one kind of god and Buddha can reach this state.

But how can a child have such a strong heart?

Dugu Jiu didn't know that Lu Heng was taken away by the Demon King when he was born, and without a heart, all his troubles would naturally disappear. People who don't have worries, of course, always laugh.

In addition, Lu Heng can almost be regarded as a perfect child.

He began to learn swords at the age of three, and at the age of four, he went up the mountain to capture tigers and enter the sea to kill Jiao. When he threw the heads of one beast after another at Dugu Jiu's feet with a calm expression, Dugu Jiu realized that this was no longer something that a normal person could do.

Whether it is a god or a demon, this son is destined to be extraordinary.

Five years is a strange timeline, sometimes it looks like an eternity, sometimes it seems like it goes by in the blink of an eye.

In five years, Lu Heng has grown into one of the most ruthless killers. This made Dugu Jiu quite pleased, because this child would have the opportunity to avenge his mother with his own hands.

Dugu Jiu began to look up at the night sky every night, and the moment he was waiting for was approaching.

The five-year engagement was not a casual statement, but a deadline for his plan.

On the night of the queen's death five years ago, Dugu Jiu refused to accept this reality, and he vowed to save the person he loved the most. He didn't think that way because he was carried away by grief, but because there was a real reason for that.

Everything lies in this instrument that can be traced back to the past - the celestial motion instrument.

All those who know the secret have died in the brutal persecution, and Dugu Jiu is the only survivor. Only he knew what the Celestial Motion Instrument was doing and what conditions were for it to be activated.

At that time, he calculated that five years later, the twenty-seventh day of November, would be the day of the alignment of nine stars. On that day, the sun will fall into darkness, and the country of Su Shen will usher in the winter of a thousand years.

Only on that day can he usher in a once-in-a-millennium opportunity, turn on the Heavenly Motion Instrument, and save Her Majesty.

If it succeeds, nothing will happen, the days will return to the flourishing summer, and all the sorrow and pain will be like a fork in the road that no one has passed, buried forever in the wasteland of time.

Snowflakes began to fall.

White Wolf Peak has been renovated. In the midst of thousands of mountains, the double-faced idol rises from the ground, showing the majesty of fate to the world with his majestic body.

The 200,000 prisoners lost five or six out of ten, but fortunately, they were finally able to return home before nightfall.

In the palace, the sky above the golden hall was empty, and the civil and military officials stood in the cold wind outside. Tuoba Feng's face was gloomier than the sky, and he asked the trembling national teacher, "Didn't you say that after the statue is built, the thousand-year-old god will put away his anger and continue the summer?"

The national teacher raised his head and looked at the dusk sun. He knew that his life was as dangerous as the sun.

If the sun sets, his end will come. But now, he has no way to excuse himself.

The doer will kill himself, and after the martyrdom, it will be his turn.

"Please, Lord Regent...... Kai Enna ...... "The national teacher desperately hugged Tuoba Feng's legs, grabbed the ground with his head, and made a bang. Messy white hair flutters in the air with snowflakes.

"Hmph!" Tuoba Feng kicked down the national teacher like a dead dog, pulled out his sword and slashed at him.

"Something innocent of death!" Tuoba Feng cursed.

He wiped his sword and looked at the ministers: "This person is not talented, I have already killed him." Is there a good way to do it?"

People looked at each other, but they were silent. Everyone is afraid of saying the wrong thing, and no one wants to follow in the footsteps of the national teacher.

A wave of anger suddenly burned in Tuoba Feng's chest, and he suddenly wanted to burn all these people to death. But he is not a straw bag after all, and he knows how to control his emotions.

He took a few breaths of cold air to calm his mind, and thought for a while: "The idol did not work, not because the sacrifice method was wrong, but because the national teacher's heart was insincere. If the main priest is not sincere, how can it be effective?

In this way, aren't there more than 100,000 prisoners left under the White Wolf Peak? Pass on my message, in order to appease the wrath of the gods, order the 30,000 tiger soldiers stationed there to kill them on the spot and sacrifice them to the sky with blood!"

In the face of such a frenzied order, even the most numb person will be shocked.

Several old ministers stepped forward and said, "Lord Regent, the cold winter is coming, and my country needs people to resist the cold." You will kill more than 100,000 people, just ...... I'm afraid it's too much. ”

Tuoba Feng snorted coldly: "I don't know. You also know that winter is coming! I ask you, can you cultivate in the middle of winter, and if you can't cultivate, where will the food come from?"

Several old men were stunned and speechless.

Tuoba Feng continued: "How long do you think the grain in the treasury will be enough for the people to sustain? Ten years, twenty years? Let me tell you, within two years, the granaries of the whole country will be eaten up and wiped clean. And then, the tragedy of those cannibalism in the history books will be staged in our country of Su Shen!"

"But ......," the old men defended, "we are backed by the Great Wilderness Mountain, and we can make a living from nomadism......"

Tuoba Feng shook his head: "My lords, since our ancestors imitated the Han system, we are no longer hunters. Of course, we can give up everything we have now and go back to the jungle.

But have you ever thought that there will be people who know more about hunting than our children and grandchildren? They will coup d'état, rebel, and hang our children and grandchildren one by one. Would you like to see that happen? If that happens, we'll lose hope forever. ”

More than a few old people, all the ministers present finally realized the seriousness of the problem. If we don't keep where we are today, the catastrophe will be devastating.

Now, there is no need for Tuoba Feng to hide it anymore, two fierce and fierce lights shot out of his eyes, and he said in an almost roaring voice: "The flying pigeon sent an order to the Tiger Army, act immediately after receiving the order, and those who violate the order will be punished for treason!"

This time, no one raised any objections.

While Tuoba Peak was waiting for news, Dugu Jiu and Lu Heng successfully infiltrated Guozijian. But they couldn't find the Celestial Motion Instrument, and the instrument that would determine their fate was somewhere.

Dugu Jiu desperately tried to calm down, but he couldn't.

If he didn't turn on the Heavenly Motion Instrument before the time of the child, all his plans would fail, and Buliu Guyu would never come back.

Time passed little by little, and Dugu Jiu felt that he was slowly dying as if he was drowning.

But then he saw a cobweb.

A huge poisonous spider is crawling rapidly on it. It's obviously not appropriate to call it a little spider again, and now it's the size of a fist, and anyone who sees such a big spider will be shocked.

I saw that it barely weaved two words: "under the seat".

Dugu Jiu was stunned, what is "under the seat"? Is it a spider who wrote it wrong?

No, it won't. He thought.

It is impossible for a spider to make such a low-level mistake. It can save itself in prison, and it can be said that the mind is even more flexible than most people.

Then the word "under the seat" must have something to refer to......

Speaking of which, spiders used to live above the Queen's throne......

"I see!" Dugu Jiu exclaimed: "'Under the seat' refers to under the throne! There must be some kind of mechanism there, and the Heavenly Movement Instrument is hidden there!"

But after the instant excitement, what followed was a cold reality.

Break into the Golden Temple, then open the mechanism in full view of everyone and activate the Celestial Motion Instrument. How is this possible?

If Dugu Jiu's state of mind just now was depressed, then now he is confused and even desperate.

Is there anything more disheartening than the goal is there and you can't reach it?

"Uncle Nine, what's wrong?" asked a crisp child's voice.

Dugu Jiu looked down and saw that it was Lu Heng.

He patted the bun on the top of his head and said with a wry smile: "Child, your ninth uncle has encountered some difficulties......

"What difficulty?"

"I ......" Dugu Jiuyi was speechless, not knowing how to explain to Lu Heng.

"Uncle Nine, do you think it's a little too difficult to break into the Golden Palace?"

Dugu Jiu was shocked, isn't this kid a worm in his belly?

I saw Lu Heng swing his sword horizontally and said, "If this is the reason, you can rest assured, as long as we kill it." ”

Dugu Jiu shook his head and said, "Heng'er, what kind of place do you think of Jinluan Palace?" I know you are powerful, but you are the reincarnation of an immortal, and you are only five years old, how can you defeat so many forbidden troops and guards?"

"What's the enemy?" Lu Heng tilted his head and smiled, his smile as tranquil as ever. "I'll kill one if I come to one, I'll kill a pair when I come to two, even if there are thousands of Heng'er, they will also be slashed with a sword. ”